Chapter 9
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Green's Climax and Hetairoi Siege
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"What, not enough money?"
Green turned to look at me, flashing a sleazy grin.
She was a real beauty, no doubt about it. But those deep dark circles under her eyes made her look every bit the villain.
Who was calling who a villain, anyway?
"Sis doesn't have cash on her right now... I'll transfer it to your account."
"No need."
"Then why the attitude? Our Isiyul... he's the type who spreads his legs for cash, isn't he?"
Hearing "gigolo" from a woman hit different. It pretty much meant she'd fallen for me, at least to some degree.
But I couldn't act all thrilled about it. That'd make me look like a real loose one.
"No! I-I'm just..."
"Not wanting to beg your parents, so you're selling your body to me? That's what makes you a gigolo. Got it?"
She had a point, word for word. No matter the goal, trading body for money qualified as gigolo behavior.
I twisted my face like I was humiliated and hung my head low.
"If you get it, then hurry up and massage me. Otherwise, give back the money I just gave you."
Green tossed her green hair and faced forward again.
I decided not to show even a hint of resistance. I grabbed the oil bottle, slathered my hands like I was pouring it out, and slowly brought them to her pure white, perfectly shaped ass.
This is more intense than I thought. Feels like I'm the one getting played while groping her ass.
I'd figured coming to a gender-reversed world meant I'd devour women. Wrong.
I'm the one getting devoured... Women force me to rub their bodies to satisfy their cravings.
It's a ridiculous contradiction. I'm caressing her, but somehow I'm the prey—and I'm the one doing the touching.
"Hngh..."
Tschlick, tschlurrk.
Every time my palms kneaded her oil-slicked ass, sticky sounds echoed relentlessly.
It sounded just like a cock pistoning into a pussy—purely obscene.
I was kneading hard, but Green didn't let out a single moan.
"Hee hee... hee... Cute."
Instead, she twisted back around to watch me diligently massaging her ass, clearly enjoying the show.
Keep that disgusted look to max effect... Yeah, like this.
Playing the innocent virgin was harder than it looked.
I scrunched my face, kept rubbing her ass skin.
Not much technique needed for a massage here. Even with workouts, asses don't really knot up.
"You look so repulsed. Hate my body that much?"
"S-Stop, stop..."
"Don't stop. Keep going just like that. Wiggle those filthy fingers. I'm close."
Cumming? What the hell?
Do women squirt when aroused...? Or is the gender-reversed world twisting common sense?
Either way, continuing like this would definitely push Green over the edge sexually.
"How the hell is this supposed to feel good..."
Half-serious, I kept kneading her plump ass.
How long had I been at it? Changes started showing in Green, who hadn't moaned once before.
"Hooo..."
She began exhaling light breaths, like a cold patient.
Overhandled or aroused? Her body heat rose suddenly.
Whatever. She was nearing her limit—I could tell. I kneaded her ass, stroked over it, slowly building her up more.
And finally.
"I'm gonna cum now, Isiyul... Stop, yeah, like that. Kneel and stay still."
I wanted to keep groping that soft, sinful ass, but that'd brand me a slut.
Can't show Green that side yet. Otherwise, I'd be the one under her thumb.
To make every magical girl fall for me, I can't lose to the likes of Green.
Anyway, I stopped the massage and obediently dropped to my knees.
"Stay still. If it splashes anywhere else, I'll get mad."
Spluuurt, spluuuurt.
After the full massage, Green did something astonishing.
She'd made me kneel, then stood, squatting slightly with legs spread.
Her pursed pussy came right up to my face.
This is a magical girl's pussy...!
I'd glimpsed it before, but staring point-blank like this was a first.
A magical girl's pussy, drooling juices like it begged for cock, right in my face.
So utterly depraved...
"Hee hee, making that disgusted face... You don't even know how hot that makes me?"
Spluuurt, spluuuurt.
Slowly, Green touched her outer lips, then slid fingers inside and started masturbating.
Drenched in slick, the sounds came naturally sticky.
Her pretty, delicate fingers sucked into her pussy, aroused red innards clinging with wet squelches.
"Hooo... Yeah, keep despising me... Huh? Ahh, good... That horny look on your face? It's my mental image. All your fault. Your fault."
This beautiful, powerful stunner was using my face as her masturbation fuel.
Strange feeling. Women can make those aroused faces too, huh.
"Ngh! Cumming now! Face forward!"
"Y-Yes?"
"Take it all on your face!"
Spluuuurt-spluuurt-spluuurt-spluuurt!
Sudden gush of squirt pelted my face.
Warm from her body heat, her love juices hit with steamy warmth.
"Kuhuhu... Fucking hot."
Her reaction suggested pussy juice held the status of male cum in this gender-reversed world.
So I'd been "creampied" by her? That's why the lewd grin.
Best to act pissed now? Got defiled by lowly Green, after all that contempt.
After a moment pondering outrage, I clenched my fists tight and glared up at her with that expression.
"Trash... I thought all magical girls were righteous! Never dreamed scum like you existed."
"What're you on about? Magical girls are human too. Humans. Of course we have sexual urges."
Tap, tap. Green patted my cheeks repeatedly. Not hard, but humiliating enough.
Of course, I wasn't really. But "chaste" Isiyul had to sell it.
"You can go home today. Felt good... But next time I call, it'll be worse than this. Brace yourself."
"You... You'll get yours."
Green saw me overacting, laughed kuhuhu again, and tapped my cheeks a few more times.
"Punishment? I'm waiting for 'Please punish me' from those lips."
What a bold dream.
"Karakarararuk!"
This city's latest Hetairoi resembled a spider.
But with way more legs, and a body nearly 6 meters tall.
Plus a human face on its head, repulsing anyone who saw it.
"Hold the line! Reinforcements are coming soon!"
Bang-bang-bang-bang! Assault rifle bursts hammered the Hetairoi.
But the lead slugs couldn't pierce its hide, just bouncing off harmlessly.
The Urban Defense Force had bolstered after last defeat. Useless. Even heavy machine gun rounds barely scratched.
"Karakarak!"
The Hetairoi screeched like a sea creature, spewing acidic webs—shwaaak!
Toxins melting steel engulfed the Defense Force, turning them to soup instantly.
"Damn! Third squad wiped!"
"New guns from supply don't work either? Fuck! What the hell are brass thinking, issuing this heavy useless crap?!"
Despair cries erupted everywhere. The overwhelming Hetairoi hunted them methodically.
Negative emotions flowed like water, all funneling to Isiwoos—becoming his power.
...They should show by now.
Speak of the tiger—the prediction hit. Someone dashed in fast.
Crack!
The arrival kicked the Hetairoi's jaw, snapping its spider-like head back.
"No worries now! Mana Soldiers have arrived."
Isiwoos scowled at the sight.
Scientists thought mass-producing magical girls would yield weapons. They extracted samples.
Discovered mana flowed in magical girl blood.
Disgusting bastards. Couldn't resist, huh.
Talented ones synthesized blood with saline and chemicals into "mana generators."
Most injected died of heart failure. Survivors got mana blessings.
Thus, Mana Soldiers were born.
"Madness Isiwoos! Your atrocities end here!"
Isiwoos loathed them. Already despised magical girls—multiplying them worse.
Existences that stole everything... Their increase felt humiliating.
Conquest aside, which felt good...
"Kiririk!"
Spider Hetairoi swung legs. Mana Soldier dodged lightly first.
"Hnghup!"
She burrowed at imperceptible speed, ripping off a leg by hand. Purple blood sprayed.
Fake's doing decent.
Diluted blood injections made Mana Soldiers weaker than true magical girls.
Only basic magic, inferior physique.
But mass-producible. Amputees and fans dying to become one overflowed.
"Rush it together!"
"Yes!"
Several Mana Soldiers leaped from rooftops.
Fatal height for normals. Mana-enhanced, they landed flawlessly.
"Kurururuk!"
Hetairei charged roaring, spitting webs. Too slow for Mana Soldiers.
Allowing approach, it got shredded. Legs torn, guts sliced everywhere.
Hasty construct's weak, as expected. Time for stronger originals.
Not surprised. Made for quick emotion harvest. No plan disruption.
"Drop it."
Letting it stand would bruise pride. Noble Isiwoos wouldn't allow.
He transformed, cracking joints. Released maki swept the sky.
Mana Soldiers all turned to him. Maki and mana attract.
"Come at once, you half-baked mongrel magical girls."
"Madness Isiwoos! Finally showed. You'll regret not hiding!"
With that, Mana Soldiers charged en masse. Uniform moves, no tactics.
Just overwhelm with numbers.
But rearguard couldn't halt—front two's heads rolled.
"Bunch of idiots, all of you."
Bloody card flew, embedding in a shocked Mana Soldier's forehead.
Three down. Rest froze.
"You underestimate me. Was I that laughable?"
"Uaa, uaaak!"
Some screamed fleeing. Initial bravado gone.
Impossible. Magical girls never die, even to strongest foes.
But this...? Vain deaths after brutal training?
"Emotions from mana-bearers strengthen me. Thanks to you, His Majesty's descent hastens."
Isiwoos mocked freely, hurling cards nonstop from sleeves.
Fleeing ones dropped first. Maki-charged cards pierced bone and flesh.
"Aak, fuck!"
Panic-struck or protecting comrades—one swung blade.
Regrettable choice. Blade deflected by card between fingers; belly split, guts spilled.
Asphalt stained with blood and chunks.
"All that fuss for these? Humans' greed noted. Need weapons that bad for your democracy delivery?"
Grumbling, Isiwoos didn't stop. Each card felled a Mana Soldier; they died with little fight.
"They're not mere weapons. Envoys of peace."
Voice from behind. Red, fist flickering with flames.
"Bullshit. Which peace envoy does assassinations?"
"Just taking out terrorist leaders!"
"Price hikes terrorism? Then gas station owners are Al-Qaeda branch chiefs."
Retorting, Isiwoos spread hands. Red charged sans second transformation.
"In a great mood today. I'll play nice."
Cards and flames intertwined, dancing.